Raven had expected Jake Novak to come for her in the night.
Or was it just that she’d been hoping he’d come for her?
In the darkness of the luxurious hotel bedroom, Raven had lain in the soft bed and waited. She’d waited for him, even as she told herself that she was afraid of him, afraid of what Jake Novak would want to do to her.
She could still hear and even feel the slaps against her buttocks, delivered by Jake with just the precise amount of force needed to spark that odd combination of pain and pleasure that Raven hadn’t even known existed.
She knew now, though. She knew and she couldn’t forget any of it.
Raven thought about what she would say if he came into her room wearing nothing but his jeans, shirt off, rippling muscles and bare skin glimmering in the light coming in from the doorway.
Would she pretend not to want him, would she be able to muster enough sarcasm and brittle self-righteousness to keep him at bay?
Or would her cheap defenses crumble away, no match for the need she had to feel his bare skin against her own—nothing left but to allow him to do with her whatever he wanted, to become his fully and without reservations.
She couldn’t stop replaying how it had felt when he’d spanked her over the piano, his hand cupping her butt, the sensation of the sudden orgasm that had swept through her, leaving her moaning and breathless.
She wanted that feeling back again.
She wanted him again, and she hated that he probably knew it.
Jake Novak had all the power and she had nothing.
But then Raven remembered that she was lying in this king-sized bed in the penthouse suite of the Four Seasons for a reason.
I’m here because he wants me.
These thoughts and more swirled in her head as she waited for Jake to reappear, to come to her and make his wishes known once more.
But the night wore on and he never came. Finally, she drifted into a merciful sleep.
***
Raven awoke to the sound of light knocking on the bedroom door.
She sat up in bed, confused, trying to remember where she was. Instantly, it all came flooding back to her.
I’m in Jake Novak’s penthouse suite , she remembered. I’m his now.
No, Raven. Jake Novak doesn’t own you. Club Alpha doesn’t own you. If you decide to, you can get up and leave and never look back.
Was that really true, though?
How far would they go to make her life a living hell if she defied them again? As it was, in a matter of days they’d gotten her fired, kicked out of her basement apartment, and somehow even arranged to have her credit card shut off.
None of it had been difficult for them at all.
The knocking was louder now. “Raven, you awake?” Jake called through the door.
“Yeah,” she said, clearing her throat and pulling the soft comforter up above her breasts. She didn’t have a change of clothes, so she’d slept in her panties and bra. Somehow, having Jake see so much of her skin made her simultaneously nervous, embarrassed and excited.
As he entered the room, he was rolling a cart that looked like it had been brought up to the suite by room service. Steam was pouring out of the cover.
“Feeling hungry?” he asked her.
“Ummm…I don’t know. I just woke up.” She ran a hand across her face, blinking, hoping she didn’t look hideous.
Jake straightened up and looked at her. He didn’t look hideous. On the contrary, he was just as hot now as ever, maybe even more so. He was wearing shorts and a simple white t-shirt; maybe he’d even slept in that outfit. Whatever the case, the ensemble showed off plenty of his rock hard body, his chiseled arms, thighs that looked as strong as jackhammers.
She realized that she was staring at him and forced herself to look away. “What time is it?” she yawned, feigning grogginess.
“It’s late enough,” he replied. “You should get up and eat something.”
“I don’t have
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